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"There used to be a person named Malcolm, who worked with children." Malcolm's calm voice contained a hint of pain, as if dancing wildly on the tip of a knife, calm and beautiful, but bloody. Dripping.

"He likes this job." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Malcolm's mouth, bitter but enthusiastic. This kind of ambivalence bloomed on the edge of the thin lips. "He loves this job more than others. Everything." The strong and calm emotions were full of tension and passed through the sound to Cole's ears. This made Cole slowly turn his head and looked at Malcolm again, and then he saw the pair full of Tired amber eyes.

"Then one night, he discovered that he had treated a child by mistake..." At this point, Malcolm closed his lips slightly, and paused for half a second. Even if it was less than half a second, it was clear. Feeling the wanton turbulence of his inner emotions, "He has no way to help that child." The pain is like the devil's teeth and claws, like a quiet night, everything seems to have no ups and downs, no waves, but under the night But the raging dances can't conceal their deeds.

A few simple words made Cole's pupils slightly enlarged, and couldn't help holding his breath.

"He blames himself and cannot forget..." The almost whispering voice with a bitter smile seemed to mock the cowardice and helplessness of that "Malcolm", but also seemed to mock his own paleness and Weak, "From then on, everything has changed. He is no longer the same person, and his wife..."

There seemed to be some choking in Malcolm's voice, and the voice almost disappeared in his throat, but he still squeezed it out with all his strength, "I don't like him now." Malcolm could feel the inquiry in Cole's eyes. There seemed to be a little sympathy, he was not sure, but even just such a little possibility made him feel like a fire. He couldn't help but lowered his eyes slightly, avoided Cole's sight, and then turned in embarrassment. He turned his head and looked to the side, concealing his inner timidity and fear, "They don't talk anymore, just like strangers."

Silence, long silence, those simple words seemed to consume all of Malcolm’s courage and strength. He slowly pinched the fingers of his right hand, using his fingertips to outline the curvature of his nails little by little. The pain in his eyes slowly settled to the depths of his heart, like a whale diving into the bottom of the sea, "Then one day, Malcolm met a little boy, a great and cool little boy..."

Cole's chest was undulating slightly, as if he realized what "Malcolm" and "a boy" in the story really meant, so that an invisible smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, but his opened eyebrows said The joy in his heart.

"This kid reminds me of that kid." Malcolm mustered up his courage. This time he didn't avoid Cole's sight. Although painful, suffering, and struggling, he still greeted Cole's sight. Mu decided to help this child. Because..." Malcolm’s voice suddenly paused. It seemed that strong fear caught his throat, but he insisted on continuing, as if he had broken free from the shackles of fate. "Because he felt that if he helped this child, it would be tantamount to...saving the previous child."

Malcolm's voice gradually weakened again, almost disappearing from his lips. The pain and struggle rolled between his brows, the helpless helplessness and despair made him avoid his eyes in embarrassment-because of his The eye sockets were a little warm, and the hazy mist made Cole's face blurred.

Kerr was a little anxious, and asked in the same voice, "How does this story end?" He looked at Malcolm hopefully, eager to get a hopeful answer from his mouth.

Malcolm lowered his head slightly, and shook his chin gently, "I don't know." The light voice was afraid to startle the butterfly at his fingertips, but when he looked at Cole again, there was a lightness in his eyes. The shining light seemed to have left all hope in Cole's hands.

The heavy weight made Cole's eyes tremble fiercely. He dropped his eyes vacillatingly. The flustered pupils hinted that he was in a struggle, but Malcolm's sincerity and fragility made him still cruel in the end. He closed his eyes hard, took a deep breath, then raised his eyes to look at Malcolm in front of him, and whispered in a whispered volume, "I want to tell you my secret now."

Malcolm looked at Cole quietly, not too excited, nor too excited, just looking at Cole calmly. The halo in those amber eyes was like sunlight, dazzling but not dazzling, warm but warm. Not hot. Time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the corners of Malcolm's mouth formed a shallow arc, and said softly, "Okay."

That trusting look seemed to give Cole infinite courage, but even so, he lowered his eyes again, constantly adjusting his breathing, and the moisture in his eyes spread, magnifying his helplessness and fear countless times. It was clearly displayed in front of Malcolm's eyes, which made Malcolm hold his breath and restrained all his emotions. Then, Malcolm saw Cole's eyes lifted up again, plucking up his courage. Looking at myself, those deep eyes seemed to be doing their best to shout: Help me.

Malcolm heard Kohl's words almost disappearing in the air, "I can see dead people."

Malcolm only felt his muscles stiffen, but he still kept his expression calm, as if Cole was just saying something that couldn't be more normal, and asked softly, "In a dream?" Cole was terrified. He shook his head, as if the whole person was curled up in the quilt, "When you are awake?" Cole's rapid breathing quickly reduced the oxygen in the air, and Malcolm could feel his heartbeat. accelerate.

However, Malcolm tried his best to keep his calm, his frowning brows relaxed lightly, and continued to ask in a conversational tone, "The dead are like in a tomb or a coffin?"

The tears of horror in Cole's eyes could no longer be supported, and slowly fell down. He shook his head vigorously, "They walked around like ordinary people." This made Malcolm's eyes stiff for a moment, and he started. He still tried to maintain his calmness, "They can't see each other, they can only see what they want to see, they don't know that they are dead..." Kohl's gleaming eyes began to fall apart. That kind of deep-rooted fear is like the collapse of the world.

Malcolm caught the emotion in Cole's eyes, which made his pupils tremble slightly, he could not help but gently pursed his lips, "How often do you see them?" Although Malcolm thinks that there is no such thing in the world. Ghostly, what Cole saw was only an illusion, but at this time he didn't want to alarm Cole. More importantly, he finally realized the meaning of Vincent’s words: why Vincent kept saying he was scared, why did he write Sente has been waiting for his help. Just like Cole, they all face the same problem—a problem that is simply unacceptable and incomprehensible to others. Their only hope is Malcolm, but ... he disappointed Vincent.

This truth almost completely defeated Malcolm’s psychological defenses. It was indeed his fault for Vincent to go to despair, and it was indeed his fault, because he had never really understood Vincent-just simple and rude. I think Vincent has no way to get out of the shadow of his parents' divorce. It was he who missed the best chance to save Vincent, and it was he who let go of Vincent's call for help.

Malcolm's eyes also flickered faintly, but he couldn't show it in front of Cole, which made Malcolm clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his calm and professionalism. However, the slightly trembling voice revealed his truest emotions.

"All the time..." Cole's eyes were completely red, and tears slipped slowly, "They are in every corner." This made Malcolm completely stiff in place, and Cole was trembling from Malcolm's tremor. Perceived the fear in Zhong, he couldn't help but begged softly, "You won't tell others my secrets, will you?"

Malcolm shook his head immediately, "No, I promise." The firm tone of voice did not match the faint water in his eyes.

Cole fragilely resembles a balloon constantly fluttering in the sea breeze, "Wait until I fall asleep before leaving, okay?"

Malcolm looked at Cole’s eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was like Cole’s only life-saving rope. The collapse in despair made him stop breathing for an instant, but then his eyes changed. Unparalleled firmness, firmness never seen before. He has missed Vincent, and this time, he will never let go of Cole's hand.

"Of course." Malcolm said firmly.

This made Cole let out a sigh of relief. The small cheeks were covered with tears, and there were still lingering palpitations, but they gradually calmed down because of Malcolm's eyes. Cole nodded his chin slightly, then turned his head, and slowly closed his eyes. But the trembling eyeballs under his eyelids because of excessive fear, and the tightly entangled brows, hinted that he was not at peace at the moment.

Malcolm let out a sigh of relief, trying to stabilize his breathing, trying to use his calmness to soothe the surrounding breath and calm Cole. Looking at the thin body in front of him, the pain in Malcolm's eyes slowly spread again, because Malcolm knew that Cole's fantasy was too serious, and the help he could give was very limited, and he faced Vincent again. In a special situation, he found himself so small.

This helplessness caused Malcolm's broad shoulders to shrink slightly, as if unable to withstand the cold of the night.